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Something to see
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 13
Prompt: Road Trip/Vacation
Rated: G
CW: none
Tags: Modern AU, established relationship, honeymoon, Steve is Dustin’s dad
Notes: Set in the same universe as Someone who cares.
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Two years back, if asked how he pictured his honeymoon, Steve would probably have laughed. He was an overworked single dad who barely managed to split his time between home life and his father’s company, and hadn’t had a proper date in forever. Marriage was so not on his agenda. 
If pressed for an answer, he would have come up with some cliché. He’d meet a nice girl who also happened to not despise Dustin, get hitched, take her to a five star resort in Bali or Hawaii or Mexico or whatever. 
And now? 
Now he’s leaned against the side of his third-hand Winnebago, sipping coffee and watching the sunrise over the Californian sea, while his husband snores away inside. 
Husband. 
The thought still makes him giddy, even after almost a year. Between moving houses, carefully dismantling the life his father had forced him into, and Eddie’s first novel skyrocketing to the tops of the bestseller lists, it's been one hell of a time. But now they're here. On their cross-country road trip, just like they promised each other. 
Sometimes he still wonders when he'll wake up, alone in that big, sterile penthouse, and discover that Eddie Munson was just a fantasy cooked up by his lonely brain. 
His phone buzzes, just in time to jerk him out of his thoughts. Steve unpockets it and smiles when he sees it's a message from Robin. 
Hi, Eddie’s husband! Your son's asking if we can have McDonald's for breakfast. Again. I said we'd have to ask you first.
Steve wrinkles his brow at the weird form of address, but shrugs it off and types his reply. He's just hit send when he hears footsteps. 
"Nonono, stay like that, the picture is perfect!" 
Steve snorts into his coffee but obediently turns back around and allows Eddie to take a photo. He's rewarded by arms wrapping around his waist and lips against his neck only seconds later. 
"Morn'" Eddie mumbles. 
"Morning," Steve smiles. Something in Eddie’s pocket vibrates. "That your phone or are you happy to see me?" 
"How 'bout both?" Eddie takes the mug from his hands and carefully sets it on the ground, then presses Steve up against the side of the Winnebago and proceeds to kiss him breathless. 
"Did you know," he mumbles against Steve's lips, voice sultry and low, "that they have the world's largest artichoke near here?" 
Steve is just glad Eddie took away his coffee because he'd definitely have snorted some through his nose at that revelation. 
"Oh no, absolutely not." 
Eddie pouts. "Gotta see the local sights, Stevie. They even have a souvenir shop and a restaurant, famous for it's fried-" 
"-artichokes?" 
"See? You get it!" Eddie beams at him, leans in for another kiss. "Say we'll go? C'mon."
Steve hums in pretend-thought and Eddie nips at his bottom lip. "Alright, I guess." 
"Yessss," Eddie cheers, already whipping out his phone to look up directions. "So, if we follow the interstate-" 
"Woah, wait!" Steve says, because he has just spotted the huge number of alerts on Eddie’s screen. "What's going on there?" 
"Huh?" The tips of Eddie’s ears turn pink. "Oh, that's just my Twitter. I got a bunch of new followers since the book and- it's nothing, really." 
"Are you kidding?" Steve already has his own phone out and is pulling up the app. "This is fucking fantast- wait, is that me?" 
"Um," Eddie says. "Maybe?" 
"Maybe?" Steve wrinkles his brow, because that clearly is him, only a few minutes ago, leaning against the RV and cradling his mug of coffee, half-profile blacked out by the halo of the rising sun. 
His eyes flick to the number of likes and for the second time, he's glad the coffee is gone, because it would definitely have sprayed all over his screen. 
"What the fuck?" 
Eddie groans and rubs at his neck. 
"Okay, listen. I didn’t think anything of it, I just … really wanted to share these pictures because I love you, and I love being on this trip with you, seeing shit, visiting places…" 
Steve hums absentmindedly as he scrolls through the feed, picture upon picture of himself from behind. Strolling through the world's largest corn maze, the one they visited two states back. Looking out over the Grand Canyon. Inside the hole of that giant artificial donut that Eddie insisted on seeing. 
"... and someone may have asked who the hottie with the ass was and I may have said my husband, because sue me, who wouldn't brag about that, and things sort of spiraled from there. They may have given you a hashtag even." 
"A hash-" Steve tears his eyes from his own back before the vast Nevada night sky. "What hashtag, Eddie?" 
Eddie mumbles something into his own hair. 
"What was that, I didn’t-" 
"It's Eddieshusbandsass, okay?" Eddie snaps. "There, are you happy now?" 
Steve gapes at him. 
"I don't believe this," he finally mumbles. "You made a hashtag for my ass?"
Eddie is making a valiant attempt at looking bashful, but his mouth is tugging into a dimpled grin. 
"To be fair, my followers did. The internet is rightly obsessed with your butt, babe." 
"For fuck’s sake," Steve groans. "Get in the RV, we got a giant artichoke to see." 
Behind him, Eddie perks up. "We … are still seeing the artichoke? You're not like, divorcing me?" 
Steve turns and levels him with a stern look. 
"If you don't kiss me in front of that monstrous vegetable and show them the face to go with that ass, I might." 
"Oh my God," Eddie breathes, smile brighter than the sunrise. "Marry me." 
Steve twirls the keys around his finger and winks over his shoulder. 
"Already did, honey." 
His husband may be a total menace sometimes - but he's his menace. And Steve's the luckiest guy in the world for it. 
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bigbroadvice · 3 months
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Hey friends!
This blog is a safe space to ask about stuff and talk about things. I may not have the answers to all your questions but I’m a good listener, good at helping people figure things out, and if I don’t know how to help with something I can probably find someone who does.
I’m here for when you want to talk to someone supportive and kind, when you want a digital shoulder to cry on or somebody to fist pump because you did something cool and want to celebrate.
I’m here for my fellow queer kids, my fellow neurodivergent kids, my fellow lonely kids, my fellow weird kids, my fellow kids with complicated families, my fellow kids having a hard time.
I’m here to talk about that class that’s kicking your but, that friend you don’t know how to respond to, that cute boy you’ve got the biggest crush on but no one else knows you’re gay, that project you want to bounce ideas off of someone about, that little victory everyone else would think is silly but you’re actually really excited about, that life skill you just figured out is pretty important and you haven’t learned it yet and now you’re on your own at college and cannot for the life of you figure out how to cook anything other than ramen noodles.
This blog is inspired by @queer-advice-hotline @our-transmasculine-experience @our-queer-experience @our-aplatonic-experience @eddies-disability-swag-blog and all the kind friends and strangers who have been there for me in little moments over the years.
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gentle--man · 6 days
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Kinda continuation to this joke
(cw: sui references)
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Twilight cries to post-grunge
Fluttershy smiles to nu metal and emo
They are not the same
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cookiesallaround · 2 years
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Meet ~ Mischief
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THE BASICS
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Full Name: Tom Tom 
Nicknames: Mischief. Blood sucker. Crazy one. You see, you die. Tommy.
Gender: Male (he, him)
Age: (currently) “18”
Birth Date: UNKNOWN
Birth Place: UNKNOWN
Currently Living In: Bay City
Species: (Self Proclaimed) Ghoul (real) V-ERROR-
Ethnicity / Race: White
Languages: English, ASL
Religion / Beliefs: Blood for the blood God.
Astrology Sign: UNKNOWN
Blood Type: AB-
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FAMILY
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Father: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Relationship: None
Mother: Molly Sipher
Age: 28(deceased)
Relationship: They had a pretty good relationship until Tommy killed her on accident when he was 7.
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:  (currently)
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Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 147 pounds
Frame / Build: He is over all pretty thin.
Hair length: To his shoulders
Hair color: White
Eye shape: Round
Eye color: Pale red sometimes looks gray
Complexion: His skin is pretty dry and scalesih
Face size: narrow
Voice type: He has a pretty raspy voice
Foot size: mens 9
Tattoo(s): Promise on his pinky. Jokers head on his wrist. Flowers in the shape of a skull on his calf. "The sun will rise and I will try again" with a sunrise on his ankle.
Scar(s): his back, arms, legs, chest, and neck are littered with scars
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SOCIO / ECONOMIC / POLITICAL
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Social Class (nobility, artisan, merchant, commoner, etc.): mass murderer
Occupation: Villain
Income: He doesn't make any money just attacks people.
Residence: Underground.
Transportation: Glitch
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food(s): Blood
Favorite Sport(s): Tag
Favorite Book(s): none
Favorite Show(s): blessed be our harths
Favorite Music: Family by adams family, medication
Favorite Color(s): Red and black
Clothing Style / Preferences: baggy clothes 
Hobbies: Attacking Glitch and Atomic
Role Model(s): Black and Sombra
Likes: blood, having fun, some heroes (their screams)
Dislikes: Order, calmness, promises being broken, Stabby being taken away.
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PERSONALITY
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Good Qualities / Trait(s): Will protect what he loves. Loves kids and would kill if he saw one hurt,
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Bites people to lick up their blood. Tends to be a bit toxic. Is insane.
Strengths: Will do things most people don't want to do.
Weaknesses: He can become stunned if his head is knocked in just the right spot.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Often bites people when bored. Will drag Glitch off to bite him. 
Phobia / Fears: Being alone, being locked away, everyone dying
Loves: Having fun and cuddling with his brothers.
Hates: Being left alone or punished. Hurting children.
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Character owner is AceDragon (Scarlet)
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From Scarlet: “Mischief is pretty much a child in an adult body and I feel bad for him. I love him dearly but there are a lot of things he does… I don’t really like. But he will always be my favorite villain… Favorite insane villain.”
From Rose: “Ya Um. Mischief is something else. He’s incredibly sweet though. Just wait.”
Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror​ @thelaughingstag​
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extinctbrain · 2 years
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What a beautiful and ugly thing.
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mayhasopinions · 10 months
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i am going to throw myself out of a window
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autistic-katara · 8 months
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pls rb for a larger sample size c:
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nipuni · 3 months
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Silence in the library
A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on february 1st!
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digital-vic · 11 months
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"It's so hard to find someone Who cares about you, But it's easy enough to find someone Who looks down on you"
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So for the ficlet build your own prompt thing could you maybe do “Should I kiss it better?”, someone who cares, hurt/comfort, and instrument?? (Btw love all your stuff, you’re such a talented writer ❤️)
Aw, that made me blush, thank you so much.
I did a little missing scene thing for your prompt - this would be after Eddie moves in but before these two dumbasses first kiss. Hope you like it. 🥰
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I'm celebrating 1k followers - requests are open!
Maybe some day
Rated: T
Words: 996
Tags: domestic fluff; Steve Harrington needs a hug; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Steve is Dustin’s dad; single dad Steve; good babysitter Eddie Munson; flirting; sexual tension; pining (oh God, so much pining)
Notes: Bonus scene to Someone who cares
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Dusk is falling as Steve steps out of the elevator. His shoulders are sore from the office chairs, his eyes itching from staring at screens all day, and his head is feeling like someone is digging its way out through his eye socket with a pickaxe. He’s tired and weirdly on edge at the same time.
When he tries to unlock the door, he drops his keys.
“Fuck!” he snaps, then winces. It isn’t like himself, getting this angry at petty inconveniences like that. Then again, it isn’t really the keys he’s angry about. It’s his father and his stupid company and endless board meetings. Himself for being such a fucking pushover, for playing along in this farce.
Taking a deep breath, he wills himself to calm down. His head still wails in protest as he crouches to retrieve the keys.
The foyer is dark and silent, but a keg of light is filtering in from the living room.
Dustin is on the sofa in his pajamas, hands fiddling with something in his lap - Eddie’s guitar. When he hears him approach, he looks up, mouth tugging into an unamused scowl that Steve knows looks a lot like his own.
“Hey, Dad. You’re late.”
“I know,” he grouses, collapsing on the opposite end of the sofa. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Dustin pouts. “I wanted to stay up. Haven’t seen you all day.”
Steve, who was just drawing a breath to argue, snaps his mouth shut. Because the kid's right. He left before Dustin was awake and he’s only returned now, way past his bedtime.
What kind of dad is he?
The sound of something going twang startles him from his stupor.
“Ow,” Dustin yelps. “Shit!”
“Language,” Steve says, at the same time that another voice floats over from the kitchen.
“Jesus, I step out for five minutes and this is what you do?”
Eddie spares Steve a lazy wave, sliding into the spot next to Dustin to assess the damage. Like it's perfectly natural. Like they belong together. His son. The man he's in love with.
“You'll be fine,” Eddie mutters, voice fond. “No real damage done.”
Dustin scoffs, cradling his finger. “Still hurts.”
“I meant the guitar, dipshit.”
Dustin gapes at him. “You're such an ass. I'm injured here!”
“Aw,” Eddie coos, making grabby hands at the finger. “Should I kiss it better?”
Dustin balks.
“You're gross, I'm going to bed! Night, Dad!”
“Love you, too,” Eddie calls after him. “Remember to brush your teeth. Floss, too.”
He watches Dustin stomp off, dark eyes brimming with affection, and Steve’s heart flutters in his chest. Only to drop right out of his body when those eyes shift over to him.
“Rough day?”
“No,” Steve says automatically. Eddie raises an eyebrow, gaze sweeping over his rumpled form. Steve feels himself flush and rubs at his prickling neck. “Yeah, I guess. Just one of those- ow, fuck.”
His muscles scream at the touch and a jolt of pain zaps all the way from his shoulders to his skull. Eddie’s worried face shifts into a slow grin. He raises his hands, fingers wiggling invitingly.
Steve knows he shouldn’t. He’s promised himself to keep his distance, to not give in to his desires. He’s lucky to have Eddie here at all, and the last thing he wants to do is scare him away by doing something stupid. He’d never forgive himself.
But his self-control is a feeble thing, and it’s wearing thinner with each day.
“Okay,” he breathes, shifting his position and loosening his tie.
There’s a hum from behind him, and a shuffling sound, and then the warmth of another body blankets him from behind and deft fingers find the knots in his shoulders. It’s heaven and hell all at once, the sting of his muscles relaxing under Eddie’s touch, the feeling of having Eddie close. The knowledge that all he’d need to do is turn around and reach out and pull him in. Never let him go again.
“Sorry about the guitar,” he says, more to distract himself. “He needs to learn to be more careful with other peoples’ shiiit.”
“‘s okay,” Eddie murmurs, skillfully ignoring Steve’s pained hiss. “He was pretty grouchy about you being late, it was a welcome distraction.”
The familiar guilt settles heavy in Steve’s abdomen and he lets out an involuntary sigh. “Yeah. Sorry about that, too.”
“Don’t be.” Eddie shrugs, the motion pulling them a little bit closer together. “That kid loves the shit out of you. You’re a fantastic dad.”
Steve huffs weakly. “I’m a tired dad with one hell of a headache, that’s what I am.”
“Hm,” Eddie hums, and leans in. His breath is a warm tickle against the shell of Steve’s ear, lips almost touching skin, but not quite. “Y’know, that offer applies to you, too. I can always kiss it better.”
Steve’s breath hitches in his throat.
“Eddie!” Dustin hollers from the bathroom. “Where’s the stupid floss? I can’t find anything with your stuff in here!”
Steve has shot up from the sofa and is halfway across the room before he even processes it.
“I got it,” he blurts. “You stay put, you’ve done enough.”
“Fine,” Eddie quips, and Steve imagines there’s an ever-so-slight undercurrent of disappointment in his voice. “But after, you’re coming back and we’re putting on that stupid show you like. You need to relax, Stevie.”
There's a whole lot of things he needs to do, Steve thinks. Get a hold of himself. Tell his dad to fuck off. Tackle Eddie into the sofa and kiss him senseless, or at least talk about this thing that's crackling in the air between them like electricity.
Some day, he might.
But not today.
Today, he'll lie on the sofa and watch tv with Eddie’s feet in his lap and be thankful to have this mesmerizing man in his life - warm and close and so, so tempting, but not his.
For today, this'll have to be enough.
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1eos · 8 months
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'tumblr is full of 14 year olds' wrong tumblr is full of 24 year olds who just don't do anything. and that's okay
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alistairlowes · 9 months
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i'm sorry but this shit annoys me to no end. like this is about heartstopper and you all need to stop acting like that show invented everything.
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fucking anyways
1. Koisenu Futari
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Show that’s specifically made to be about aromanticism and asexuality as well as how aroace people are perceived by society. They are main characters. That’s the main plot.
2. Heartbreak High
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Want a teen show with ace rep? No problem. One of the main characters is ace! Would you look at that! The representation already exists! It's got a ton of other rep too and it's on Netflix but somehow we never got that ace rep yet right? You don't even need subtitles for this one.
3. SkamFr (s12)
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Is it a bit too much at times? Ye sure but you know what it also is? Another teen show where the main character is asexual that deals with asexuality as the main theme. And no you don't need to watch all those seasons before to get it.
4. Bojack Horseman
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I didn't even watch this one but I'm aware.
5. Cherry Magic
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Oh would you look at that a show with main mlm couple where one of the side characters is aroace? I mean surely it hasn't been done before.
6. Run On
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You want some casual side character ace rep? Well here you go even kdramas have done it but I guess there just aren't any shows...
Honorary mention to Sex Ed for that one scene.
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bowerywilliam · 8 days
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i love this album because for the first time in maybe her entire career she's not apologising for a single thing. the album is angry and raw and she's like "here's this chapter of my life, the sad, the bad, the terrible and it's all raw and fucking angry for you all to see and i don't need absolution for a single thing" like she's not asking forgiveness for a single thing from anyone and that's what makes the album so fucking heartbreaking
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kittykatninja321 · 18 days
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fics that villainize Talia are obsessed with having Jason bad mouth her. I think Jason should be the #1 Talia apologist actually. To a toxic degree even. You tell Jason about the weird cloning shit and he’s like “well I’m sure she had her reasons 🤷🏻‍♂️”
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